Exchanging glances with each other, two guards at the front of the car laughed out loud.
"Hahaha, who would've thought that you were the lucky bastard that got to catch the escapee, huh, Jerome?"
"Yeah, I'm fucking envious of you."
'So his name is Jerome.'
Listening to their conversation, I made a mental note to myself of every little detail. This was so that I could blend in better.
With my head still in between my legs, I responded.
"...mhm, you're absolutely right."
There were a total of ten people in the car, including 'my unit'. From the brief conversations, I was having with them, the name of the 19th unit captain was Jerome, he was 28 years old, and judging from how friendly they were being to me, I figured that he was someone popular.
The layout of the car was two seats at the front of the car, with five more seats leaning by the side of the vehicle.
